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[stgrantss]

A/n hey!! Just wanted to say this is like my first post and the first fanfic I’ve ever actually finished, so it might be a bit cringy or have a few grammatical errors, lol. I hope you like my writing!!!

Having drunk sex w/ butcher

Fem reader, reader is implied to be over 21, non supe reader

WARNING mentions of choking, alcohol, minor degradation, name calling, hair pulling, very very minor mention of masochism, etc etc you get it, it’s a smut fanfic

songs to listen to:

inside you - That handsome devil

lying is the most fun a girl can have without taking her clothes off - Panic! At the Disco

The party & the after party - The Weeknd

Do I Wanna Know? - Arctic Monkeys

if you do not want to read a sexually explicit story, do not read any further!!!

You and Butcher were… let's just say you tolerated each other. He always hated how bratty you were sometimes, how much you talked back and made fun of him. But for some reason, he was so overly protective of you. Grabbing your arm to stop you when you were going on a solo mission. You always acceded, sighing as the two of you stepped into the car.

You didn't know why he was so protective, after all, you both got into fights every other day. God, he was so stupid, nitpicking everything you did, every action you took, you couldn’t take it.

He was such an asshole.

One night, after a particularly long and rough mission, you and Butcher were the only ones left at the office, butcher sitting on the couch and drinking a huge bottle of whiskey, the drunkenness washing over him in waves.

You were gathering your stuff, ready to head back home, when suddenly, you heard a mumble.

“…Want a swig?” butcher raises his bottle, his eyes glazed over, staring at you with an expression you can't exactly pinpoint, but god, does it send shivers down your spine.

“…Okay.”

You set down your bag, sitting down on the couch next to him. His hands pulling your legs onto his lap. He was being so goddamn nice to you, and you had no idea why. He hated you, and you hated him, it was almost unnatural.

It should’ve been unnatural.

You take a swig, the cold liquid burning your throat, droplets dripping to your chin.

“Ah… where’d you get this shit, huh?” You say, your lips pursing.

“Liquor.”

“…No, I meant the store.”

“…Yeah, it's called liquor.”

You look at him, confused. He then pulls out his phone, showing you a photo of him, holding up a peace sign, in front of a store called Liquor.

You snort, giggling as you push his phone away. “God, your so fucking dumb.” You slap his arm, earning a playful scoff from him.

“Ah, I thought you knew that by now, darlin’.” He says, flashing you that stupid smirk of his. He doesn’t smile often. It's… nice.

You turn on the TV, watching some dumb infomercial about quick dinners. He glances at you, his eyes trailing over your face, your neck, and then that pretty little necklace strung across your collarbone. So pretty, makes him want to wrap his hands around your throat, stringing pretty, mottled marks all over your neck.

You look at him, his eyes snapping away, anxiously taking another swig of whiskey. Jesus, what was in this

“You feelin’ alright? You look… drunk.” you giggle, leaning back on the couch. He nods, adjusting his legs. “Yeah, yeah. I’m good.”

A random soap opera comes on, and the main character cheats on his wife, having sex in the bed. Awkwardness fills the air, your eyebrows raising at the dumb show.

“…This is stupid.” You chuckle, seeing the wife walk in, the husband over dramatically gasping. As the show continues, it gets even more outrageous, the woman the husband cheated with, is the wife’s twin sister. You and Butcher both crack up, the actual wife’s lover popping out of the closet.

Butcher’s hand lands on your thigh, laughing his ass off. Soon, however, you both notice his presence on your thigh, his rough, calloused hand smoothing over the fabric of your pants. His hand doesn’t move, his eyes unwavering. Why was he looking at you like that? What was this?

His hand squeezes your thigh, And not in an awkward way, as if he’s pushing the boundaries, wondering when you’ll pull back. But…

You don't.

Your breathing picks up, Butcher giving you a maddened gaze, the little bit of hair curled over his forehead suddenly standing out.

“..Butcher-” you mutter, his body softly moving closer to yours.

“Just shut up.”

He slams his lips into yours, your hands jumping to his chest. The taste of liquor lingers on your lips, and the scent of cigarettes litters the air around him. It was a bitter, dusky atmosphere, but god, was it addicting.

He pushes you down on the couch, his hands on either side of you, digging his nails into your soft flesh. It stung, and it was probably gonna leave marks, but the very thought of that excited you.

Your hands tangle in his hair, his lips finding their way to your neck.

“Jesus, sweetheart…” he mumbles into your neck, the vibrations of his voice making the warmth burrowed in your stomach thrum.

“Off.” You mumble. “What?” Butcher says, pausing for a moment. “Off.” You reach for his chest, unbuttoning the buttons on his shirt.

After he catches on, he quickly strips down his coat, then his shirt, his shoes, and then he reaches his pants, hurriedly fumbling with his belt.

“Fuck…” he mumbles, tossing the belt somewhere in the room. He was filled with adrenaline, knowing that he was about to take you right then and there.

Your hands slip down his chest, shakily breathing out as he bites and nibbles on your neck.

His lips trail down to your collarbone, your hands tugging on his hair, emanating groans and whines from him. You always liked pulling guys' hair, it was just a thing with you, but this time round, he actually enjoyed it.

“fuck, sweetheart, that ain’t fair…” he groans, his hands gently pushing your thighs apart. “Tsk, tsk, tsk…” he tuts, his thumb tapping your thigh.

He shimmies off your sweats, his fingers grazing over those little red panties of yours, admiring the sight.

“Such a pretty thing…” he mutters, his arm hooking under your leg, pulling it up onto his shoulder, kissing the side of your knee.

”Butcher, stop teasing me already.” You grumble, squirming a little.

“Stop being so impatient, eh? let me savor you, just a little bit.”

His fingers hook under the hem of your panties, pulling it down and revealing your throbbing pussy, his thumb rubbing slow circles against your sensitive clit.

“Jesus, butcher..” you moan, your eyes fluttering closed. His other hand slips under your neck, tutting as he presses his growing erection against your core.

“Eyes on me baby. that's it, there she is…” your eyes flicker open, his eyes interlocked with yours. He leans down to kiss you, the taste of him swirling around in your mouth.

He pumps himself a couple of times, lining himself up with your entrance.

He takes it slow, pushing himself in gently, careful not to hurt you. Eventually, he bottoms out, a small sigh escaping his mouth.

”Jesus, sweetheart, so tight…” he groans, setting a steady pace, grabbing your thighs to center himself.

After a bit, his thrusts get harder and faster, his lips biting and sucking on your neck, the groans and moans emitting from him making your legs shake.

“So wet for me baby, such a fuckin’ slut f’me…”

His lips drift down to your breasts, kissing and biting the sensitive skin of your bosom.

“Oh, fuck..” you whine, his tongue swirling around your tender nipple, your hands trying to grip anything, something to steady yourself. Your hands land on his shoulders, sharp nails grazing his skin.

“So- big..” you whimper, the knot in your stomach growing tighter and tighter.

“I know baby, taking it so well, so good for me.”

His thumb circles your swollen clit, his nose rubbing up against your jaw as he angles his thrusts deeper, slamming into the back wall of your pussy.

”Mm cmon sweetheart, I know you wanna come, can feel your pretty pussy clenching around me.” The couch rocks to the beat of his movements, the wood creaking under you.

“M’ close..” you moan, your hips pulling back with each thrust and meeting his, the clap of your bodies slamming together echoing across the room.

Your walls start to contract, Butcher becoming a sweaty, sloppy mess on top of you. His thrusts get even harder, chasing after his climax.

“M’ gonna come darlin’.. gonna come.” he moans, his cock twitching inside of you, making you shiver.

He suddenly grabs your neck, latching his lips onto yours as his pace gets rapidly fast, your eyes snapping shut as you tune into the moans and whimpers he’s letting out.

Your walls clench and your eyes roll back in your head, your orgasm washing over you in waves. Soon after, Butcher climaxes, his seed painting your gummy walls.

He collapses on top of you, just laying there, all sweaty, for a good 5 minutes.

“…That was…good.” You mumble. “…Just good…?” He chuckles, kissing your temple, the post-coitus drowsiness falling over you both.